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" Take it!" a voice called,

" Take it," Mr. Munn said again, " for it's the last chance.
But there's another reason. Mr, Burden, yonder"—he
pointed at the man, who from under his dark, shaggy fore-
lock stared stolidly at him, shaking his head—"he said
tonight he's done things this year he never thought he'd set
his hand to. Serve you. So've I, and, by God, I say so. And
so Ye you. There's no use to name them. You know, Every-

** It had to be," Mr. Murdock said.

"By God-----" Mr. Christian exclaimed, starting up from

his seat and looking savagely about him; but he sank back
without finishing his sentence.

"It was a mistake," Mr. Munn said. "But it's done. It
was a mistake, because when we tried to fight against the
companies we had to fight against some of our own people
too. People who couldn't see and understand, but our own
people. But this'll be different. This'll be clear. Clear as
day. Them or us. When we march in-----"

"March!" a voice exclaimed.

" March in," Mr, Munn said slowly. " When we march in,
it'll be clear. Not a half-dozen men with a handful of
matches and a can of coal oil. No. A thousand. Two thou-
sand. As many as we need. All of us. And in column,
Then "—and he was filled with certainty, a deep, sure, clean
conviction that engulfed him like a flood, and he scarcely
heard his own words—" it will ail be different. It will all be
clear as day."

Slowly, he sat down. He sat on one of the benches against
the wall and leaned back against the uneven surface of the
logs. The voices went on? and he heard them. The men
would go. They were voting, and they would vote to go.
He felt a tightening of his muscles and a prickling of the skin
across his back and shoulders. Through the heavy cloth of
his coat he felt the roughness and solidity of the logs against
which he leaned. Gradually he relaxed, listening to the